A rock pile ceases to be a rock pile the moment a single man contemplates it, bearing within him the image of a cathedral.
Beauty in things exist in the mind which contemplates them.
Beauty is no quality in things themselves: it exists merely in the mind which contemplates them.
The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its own reason for existing. One cannot help but be in awe when he contemplates the mysteries of eternity, of life, of the marvelous structure of reality. It is enough if one tries merely to comprehend a little of this mystery every day. Never lose a holy curiosity.